Joe Butran had only been gone a few days, but the layout of Columbia's room had already changed dramatically.
The title of the head of the cheering group is only for super fanatical fans. When Joe Butron thought of this, he couldn't help but hold his forehead. He whispered to himself,
"Columbia, what's wrong with you..."
After a simple wash, the hot water washed away his fatigue.
Jobtran lay back on the familiar bed, took out the monthly publication of the Student Union from the drawer and began to flip through it boredly, killing the remaining half day.
In addition to some articles praising the principal and some campus gossips, there was a special column that caught Jobtran's attention: the missing column.
There was no explanation in the missing column, only some densely packed names, departments and times marked in brackets.
"Forty Days at the Archaeology Department of Wesley Foster
Kim Timbarinck Military Strategy Department Thirty-five Days
Squire Danas Exploration and Development Department 28 Days
Fred Ryder Upton Department of Drama and Music Performance Twenty-three Days . . . "
Hundreds of names are listed in the missing column, these are students and faculty members who completely lost any trace during their time at the school.
Generally speaking, the disappearance of these people symbolizes death, or something worse.
Hundreds of names symbolize hundreds of lives, but what worries Jobtran is a familiar name - Sif. Sila.
This monthly magazine printed by the Student Union was printed three days ago. Combined with the time when Sif was confirmed missing by the Student Union, it can be estimated that this silly little girl Sif has been out of contact for about a week.
Although Jobtran and Sif may have only had a fleeting romance, they were still lovers after all.
Although he has never made the other person's status clear, he has already regarded him as a lifelong partner.
Sif’s disappearance was by no means a trivial matter to Jobtran, so he gave up the opportunity to rest and stepped out.
Where Columbia is now is not something that Jobtran could have guessed, and Columbia's sudden enthusiasm for Selena would probably not have made him notice the small print in the monthly magazine.
Arnold and Merlin, who have always been reliable, obviously don't know the situation of Sif's disappearance.
At this time, the only people that Jobtran could rely on and obtain useful information from were Professor Robert, Howard and Fok.
When Joet Brown thought of this, he immediately took out his ID card and sent information to the three people.
Of course, he did not forget to send a greeting message to Sif.
The reason for doing this was that Joet Brown was worried that the "Sif Silla" written in the monthly magazine was a coincidence with the Sif he knew.
The message he sent would certainly not receive a reply so quickly, so Joet Brown set out for the Student Union in the twilight glow.
Why go to the Student Union
That's a very interesting idea.
When ordinary people learn that someone close to them is missing, they will most likely immediately ask their relatives and friends for help. However, doing so will waste a lot of precious time in explaining the situation again to relatives and friends who are not aware of the situation.
Joet Brown's approach is correct, and the source of information is where clues can be found fastest.
The reason why the Student Union is able to publish announcements of missing students and faculty members in its monthly magazine is naturally because they have a powerful intelligence network and possible unique means of judging the status of students.
According to Joet Brown's guess, this method may be related to the student card, and it is an instrument or spell that can locate or search for the location of a designated person.
As long as we figure out the source of the student union's information about missing persons, we can get more information to determine where Sif is at this moment.
That's why Choate Brown headed straight for the Student Union Building.
The Student Union is located in the middle of Miskatonic University, right next to the large lawn where the last test was conducted.
It was an old red brick building.
The gray-black vines hanging down from the roof are like the long hair of a beautiful woman with lingering charm, adding a touch of the charm of passing time to this red brick house.
As you step into the gate of the red brick building, you see a spacious corridor.
The ground was covered with pine wood floors, and the air wafted with the scent of pine.
In addition to Gothic reliefs, the walls are also hung with oil portraits of outstanding alumni who graduated from Miskatonic University in the past.
The kerosene lamp hanging high on the wall swayed with the wind that came in when the door was opened. The flickering light and shadow fell on the smiling face of the person in the painting, reflecting a chilling and weird feeling.
Joet Brown ignored the gloomy atmosphere and walked straight into the corridor.
At the end of the corridor on the left is an archive room that appears to be empty for the time being.
Looking in through the glass window at the door, you can see some manuscripts with scribbled handwriting scattered on the table, and some feather pens randomly inserted in the pen holder.
On the right side of the corridor was a door with exquisite decorations. The door frame was decorated with feathers that looked like fallen angels. In the center of the door was an extremely flashy gilded doorplate that clearly read "Student Union President's Office."
The brass handle on the door was shiny, obviously from being cleaned and touched frequently.
But when Joet Brown pushed the door gently, it wouldn't open. Apparently, it was locked.
He frowned, but not because he was unhappy that he couldn't open the door, but because he noticed the difference in this red brick building.
From the outside, one might be deceived by the vines that cover most of the walls? Subjectively, I think the building is not very large.
In fact, it is a subtle visual deception.
At the same time, when Joet Brown walked through the corridor, he found that the angle of the floor paving and the skirting on the wall had a subtle inclination.
When he reached the end of the corridor and saw two rooms, he had some guesses in his mind.
The designer of this building is someone who is proficient in using visual camouflage technology to conceal some of the building area.
The archive room on the left is just a cover for ordinary student group members to work in. Although you can't see everything in the archive room from the angle of the glass window, the angle from which the afterglow of the evening shines in from the window shows that the actual size of the archive room is not very large.
The secrets of the student group? They are all locked behind this magnificent door on the right side of the corridor.
Thanks to his previous experience as a detective, unlocking a lock is not a difficult task.
Joet Brown simply straightened the key with a pair of pliers and poked at the keyhole a few times. With a click, the door was opened by Joet Brown.
The door creaked open as Joet Brown gently pushed it open.
He leaned in and saw a scene that looked like the study room of a rich kid.
A pure gold paperweight was placed on the luxurious yellow pear wood desk, and on both sides were bookcases as tall as a building, filled with densely packed books of various kinds.
Kaiyang's window faced the setting sun outside, and the orange-yellow afterglow illuminated the entire room, saving Joet Brown the trouble of lighting the kerosene lamp.
There was a faint aroma of Darjeeling tea floating in the air in the room, as if someone had just enjoyed a cup of carefully brewed Darjeeling tea.
The high-back leather chair with calfskin cover behind the desk faces the door.
Tap tap tap.
This was the sound of Choate Brown's shoes stepping on the wooden floor as he entered the president's room.
"What a rare guest, Mr. Jobtran G. Rossat."
The high-backed bench slowly turned around, revealing the true face of the person sitting on the bench.
The man had blond hair and looked noble and elegant. The slight smile on the corner of his mouth was just right, both friendly and kind.
One more point would be too fake, one less point would seem cold.
A pair of emerald green eyes stared straight at Joet Brown's figure.
In his hand, he was holding a cup of hot tea that was still emitting a few wisps of white smoke.
When Joet Brown saw this person, he felt an extremely awkward feeling in his heart.
Although this man's every move was as standard as in the aristocratic etiquette textbook, he seemed a little hypocritical in Joet Brown's eyes.
"Do you know who I am?"
Jobtran asked softly, his scarlet eyes showing no sign of cowardice of being caught secretly opening the door, as if he had just done something insignificant.
“Of course, the man of the hour in school.
A man who collapsed during his first large-scale hallucination test right after arriving at school.
A man who passed all the tests with flying colors.
A man who could survive contact with the fallen ancient god Kongs.
In fact, he was a man who had not received any systematic training, but his initial level of rationality reached an unprecedented high.
There are still a lot of rumors about you on campus. I have always been paying attention to big shots like you."
The man gently put down the teacup in his hand, stroked his tasseled cuffs, and then stretched out his jade-like hand.
"Please take a seat."
Jobtran raised a sneer and sat opposite the man without any courtesy.
“I don’t dare to call myself a big shot, but it seems that the president’s intelligence is indeed amazing.
To know so much about a freshman like me beforehand, I guess they must have spent a lot of time investigating me."
The president of the student union smiled and looked very sunny.
He opened the drawer on the left side of the desk and took out a file bag made of brown paper.
Untying the string that sealed the file bag, he casually took out a thick stack of documents.
He gently brushed off the non-existent dust on the surface, and then slowly recited,
"Jobtran G. Rossat, a native of Umr, was originally an orphan in the Arkham Welfare Home.
When he was young, he was spotted by the exorcist Arnold and adopted by him along with Tristane from the orphanage.
He first entered society at the age of fifteen and worked as a private detective.
Later, with his outstanding reasoning and fighting abilities, he was spotted by the mysterious investigation bureau and became a member of the bureau.
On the surface, he is the captain of the security team, but in fact he has been involved in mysterious events in the city of Umr and is known as the Wolf of Umr.
How about it, I wonder if Mr. Joet Brown is satisfied with this information?"
Jobtran listened quietly, and finally nodded slowly.
"It seems that the president's intelligence network is indeed amazing.
But why do you care so much about me?"
“Because you’re funny.”
The president suddenly stood up, put his hands on the table, leaned forward, looked straight at Joet Brown, and licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue.
"I'm sorry, I lost my composure."
A moment later, the student union president immediately put away his weird posture and returned to his dignified and elegant appearance.
But at that moment, Joet Brown realized that perhaps that was the president's true face.
His eyes turned cold as he looked at the blond man in front of him.
"Where is Sif Sila now?"
His deep voice now carried a hint of menace.
Joe Butran already had a terrible guess in his mind, but he was not sure yet.
The president of the student union shook his head slightly.
“Jot Brown, you are a gentleman.
A gentleman would not be in such a hurry.
Listen to me tell you a story and you will know the answer you want to know. "
The president turned the chair around and looked at the dusk slowly disappearing on the horizon.
“My name is Arthur, no last name, just a first name.
I have been king since I was born.
Everyone was respectful to me, flattered me, bowed to me, and kneeled to me.
My life is going smoothly and I can do whatever I want, just because I am the heir of that sword.
But I have never met anyone who can be called an opponent.
I am very lonely.
When I came to Miskatonic University, I thought I would meet him in this world-class university.
But those are just ordinary mortals. Except for those who study hard, no one of them can really catch my attention.
No.
Including those ancestors who were praised as great men in the corridor, and that old man who didn't look like an adult.
Do you understand my loneliness
But when I saw your performance, I realized I had found it.”
Jobtran was speechless for a while.
“I’m invincible, so I’m lonely
Tell me, I am sure that Sif is in your hands. If you cooperate well, I will let you go."
At this time, he had quietly and silently pinned on the medal that symbolized the department head.
He was ready to use his authority as department head to put pressure on Arthur, the arrogant student union president, if he refused to compromise.
“That thing is useless to me because I have it too.
Open the drawer on your right and you will see for yourself."
Arthur said confidently without looking back.
Joet Brown frowned, looking at the dozen medals exactly the same as the ones he was wearing lying quietly in the drawer, as if mocking his own incompetence.
“Hahahahahahahahaha, your expression right now is very funny. That’s exactly the expression I wanted you to have.”
Arthur turned around, laughing maniacally.
His attitude showed that he didn't take Joe Butler Brown seriously at all, as if he had already held Joe Butler Brown in his hands like an ant.